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Kay. Um, this one's a bit short compared to the other chapters in this story. Because it's as long as it needed to be, it's sort of an interlude. I felt I couldn't break away from the stretch of time I've given myself, so we explored what Duo and Trowa are doing tonight. I'm sure that you don't want a descriptive version of what Heero and Quatre are doing, though. And then I thought to myself... someone's missing from this story so far...
Can you say 'Fei-'Fei?
Interlude
He could still remember the day he'd realized Quatre was in love with him. They'd been celebrating the war's end, the five of them, all gathered together one last time before life cleared its throat and went on again. Duo was chattering happily, with a glint of pure happiness in his eyes from deep within. Heero was actually smiling slightly, watching Duo and the sense of life he gave off. Wufei sat apart from them and meditated, though Trowa didn't really think he had his mind on it, because every once in a while a smile would slip out or he'd grab Duo's braid and growl at him to settle down.
Trowa felt as if he wanted something to happen. He wanted to... do something. It was odd, this feeling of restlessness that was already settling in. Before, they'd always been working toward something, on a new mission or after a new villain, and now they didn't have to do anything, or look over their shoulders at every step.
It was... freeing. And a little bit scary.
Trowa knew that he didn't want to return to what he'd been before he'd crossed paths with Heavyarms, but aside from that, he wasn't sure what he was going to do. He hadn't even expected to have a chance to live, but here it was.
Life.
Quatre must have felt the same way, because as Trowa was standing up to leave that night, when the others had already gone before him, he'd found himself back on Quatre's couch, with the lithe little blond in his lap. Arms looped around his neck.
Lips, planted to his own.
Quatre had pulled back almost instantly, and watched Trowa with guarded eyes, but the tall latin boy was still pulling out of his stunned haze.
Trowa often had trouble with emotions. Not in the expression of them, but in feeling them altogether. He often felt numb and closed off, as if living life through a glass wall, and there were few things that could make him really feel anymore. He was in shock that Quatre could. The kiss... it was exciting. Like running from enemy fire. Like facing Catherine's blades. It made tingles fly up and down his skin, and his breath hitch and heave.
And so, as Quatre had begun to pull further back to stand away from Trowa, he'd wrapped his arms around the slender waist and pulled him back for another kiss.
But... that was over now. Had been over for quite a while before they'd acknowledged it, and Trowa could remember, too, the cold panic that had set into his gut when Quatre had looked across the breakfast table at him, and agreed that they should take a break.
A break.
Even then, Trowa couldn't bring himself to end the relationship that had meant so much to him, to distance himself from the only love he'd ever really felt in his life. There hadn't been an end for him, of this thing he'd had with Quatre, but it was obvious that there had been an end for Quatre.
But he could be happy, he supposed, as long as Quatre was.
Quatre had better be happy.
* * *
Duo was cold, tired and irritated. He was missing out on a heavenly chicken dish and a warm room with thin walls. Really thin walls. And had he mentioned that he hadn't gotten laid in over a year?
Some guys had all the luck.
He really couldn't think of a good place to go, and it was getting colder by the minute, but the night was clear and the stars were out, and contrary to popular belief, there was more to Duo Maxwell than practical jokes and bawdy humor.
It was beautiful on nights like this.
Normally, Duo didn't like silence. He felt the need to fill it up with chatter, to remind himself that he was alive. It was a throwback from his early years. Even before Solo had died and the Maxwell Church massacre had happened, Duo had been a talker. He'd always felt so lucky to be alive. It was hard to believe sometimes, so he'd talk to himself and to anyone who would listen.
Just to prove that he still could.
But tonight, when the moon was out and the skies were dotted with pinpoints of light from the heavens, Duo got a little nostalgic. There were times where quiet was necessary. Like when soldiers were running search patterns to find you, or Heero Yuy's death glare got even more... deathly. Like when Relena finds out Heero's gay and stares at you accusingly. When a good song's on. And when the stars are out in full force.
The heavens demand respect.
And it was so that Duo Maxwell found himself on the front porch of an austere brownstone building looking up at the darkened, closed windows behind which normal people slept, and got an evil, unholy grin.
* * *
Chang Wufei was a pretty good guy. He didn't shoot people--unless they deserved it--, he paid his taxes, he didn't watch porn--at least, not that anyone knew...--, and he went to bed at a decent hour.
He paid an ungodly amount of rent for a fancy brownstone apartment in the uptown area of the city he worked in, and only complained to his landlord when something was really wrong with his apartment. Not like his neighbor, who called the handsome blond maintenance man up at every imaginable opportunity to watch him bend down and fix imaginary clogs in the drains.
No, Wufei waited patiently, for real emergencies, to see that nice denim-clad ass.
His spacious apartment was within walking distance from Preventer headquarters, so he was never late for work. He had cable, for his TV and computer, and a nice, clean kitchen to cook in, even if he'd rather order out from the classy Italian restaurant conveniently located across the street.
Yes, his apartment was perfect.
Usually.
You see, tonight there was a problem that no maintenance guy, no matter how nice the ass, could save him from.
Duo Maxwell stood on the other side of his closed door, violet eye pressed to the peep hole that he couldn't see in anyway, and Wufei was naked, wrapped in a big, fluffy, terrycloth robe, fuzzy slippers adorning his feet.
Life was so not fair.
"Come on, 'Fei 'Fei. Let me in!"
Maybe if he ignored him, he'd go away.
"If you don't let me in right now, I'm going to scream at the top of my lungs and wake up all of your neighbo-"
Duo was cut short as the door he was leaning against opened abruptly and he fell flat on his face on a cool wooden floor.
"Oh, how cute, Fei! Fuzzy slippers!"
* * *
I think it might be shorter than the last three, but there's a lot of content to make up for it, I think. Um... I'm going to bed now, and will then cease thinking for up to eight hours.
Wufei, naked in fuzzy slippers. Yummy.
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